It's 4 am, still wide open. Studying, struggling.
Law 2, what kind of tough matter, you are.
Indeed, killing me. To not really a death yet but almost.
Prescribing this dumbo to score.
He calls, we talk, a bit quarrel, turn normal.
It's us, kinda freaking norm for us having it.
I love you, somehow no matter what, def somewhat.
It's like strong, yeahh that bonding.
Been 1 year and almost 3 months anyway.
We sleep, Ohh I wake up and proceed.
Now till sunrise, turn off the light.
Hoping that they'll be proud of me, someday.